Wife Her

Angelica Blaze smiled, and took Lois Lane's left hand in her own.

"Will you be my bitch, to honor and obey, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, forever long as we both shall live?" The dickgirl asked, eyes staring into the reporter's own.

Lois was shocked, taken aback at the suddenness of the proposal. If it was a proposal.

"Are..are you asking me to..."

Blaze dropped to one knee.

"Marry me," she said simply.

The reporter's face burned. Her heart seemed to stop, all time slowing down for a moment. She stared at Angelica's face and for a moment it seemed like all the world was gone, and it was just the two of them. Far away from anyone who knew her, Lois Lane gave the only answer that her heart and cunt could give.

"Yes," she whispered.

The smile that broke on Angelica's face was so honest, so genuine, that Lois thought her heart would burst. Blaze rose from where she was crouched and lifted Lois up above her head. The bottomless reporter grinned nervously as she stared at the club, all the women and waitresses staring at her.

"She said yes!" Angelica howled.

One of them began to clap...and then another, and another, and in three heartbeats the whole room was a torrent of applause. Angelica let Lois fall into her arms, and carried her out from behind the bar. "Champagne for everybody!"

Blaze set Lois down on table in the middle of the room. The reporter felt the cloth under her bare ass, still somewhat embarrassed to be naked in public...but Blaze had grabbed one of the waitresses and whispered something to her. The bare-chested young woman nodded and ran off. The dickgirl turned back and gently ran her hands up and down Lois Lane's thighs.

"We've got a lot to talk about," Angelica said, excitement in her voice. "Dates, venues, the marriage license, dresses...I want to meet your family. But before that...before all that..." Her smile was infectious. "...I owe you a ring."

Which was when the small Asian woman appeared, topless and carrying a small plastic kit. Blaze stepped out of the way, and Lois realized her cum-filled pussy was on full display to this little woman. A waitress set up a small tray table by Lois Lane's right foot, and the Asian woman set the kit on the table, then opened it.

The reporter saw bandages, tubes of antiseptics, sealed plastic gloves, needles...and it occurred to her exactly what kind of ring that her fiance was talking about.

"I...oh, wow," Lois said, knowing that was inadequate. "I never thought about...getting a piercing down there before."

"You'll love it," Angelica predicted. "They say it makes you more sensitive. You might have an orgasm anywhere."

Butterflies erupted in Lois Lane's stomach. She wasn't sure she wanted that. It was all happening so quickly. yet at the same time, a part of her was immensely, bizarrely excited about the whole prospect of a secret piercing down there.

Angelica stood at her left, holding Lois Lane's hand as the Asian woman, tiny flat breasts slick with sweat, put on a fresh pair of latex gloves. She took out an **** pad and began to wipe the area around the reporter's clit. Lois Lane's palm felt sweaty where she gripped her fiance's hand.

Just relax, Lane, Lois told herself as the Asian woman took a needle out of a sterilized packaging. It was small and curved, and Lois wondered what gauge it was. Then there was the flash of gold, and the reporter saw a gold ring, hinged in the middle, inserted carefully onto the needle.

With her left hand, the Asian would gently pinched the reporter's pussy near the tip, making the clitoris bulge out of its hood.

"This area, very sensitive," the woman said. "The needle will pass through, and the ring will be inserted as it does, leaving the ring behind. The worst part will be over in a moment." She looked Lois in the eye. "Ready?"

Lois nodded, still not sure why. There was the pop of champagne corks being pulled, but Lois barely heard them, focused as she was at the action happening at her crotch.

There are no words to describe the pain as a needle passes through the clitoris, the most sensitive part of a woman's body. Lois squeezed Angelica's hand until she thought bones would crack. Tears came to her eyes, and she had to focus on breathing through her nose so she wouldn't scream. The pale steel needle slid straight through the flesh like it wasn't there...and just like that, in a moment it was done.

The Asian woman dabbed at the blood with a cotton pad, and Lois remembered to breathe again. Her pussy hurt so much...and the ring, small as it was, felt incredibly heavy.

"I should tell you," Angelica said. "That there's an inscription on that ring. I had it made, just in case I found that someone special, you know?"

"What does it say?" Lois croaked, trying to avoid wincing. Her clitoris throbbed, unable to retreat back into its hood, feeling swollen and exposed.

"Property of Blaze," her fiance said.

And Lois knew that she was...and that it was her turn to give Blaze something.